User blog comment:SalemtheCruel/The Warmblood Games/@comment-25220117-20111122203619

Remus Coalfeather strolled over to the nearest tavern, kicking down the back door with just barely a wheeze of effort, the finely-crafted sabre flashing in his paw as he studied the tavern cellar, his whiskers twitching, before turning his gaze to the door at the end of a flight of stairs directly in front of him, a slit of light poking through the rusted keyhole